11.4.17
Champagne in a clear plastic cup.
Svedka shakily poured into a tacky shot glass used for one shot.
I was falling under the weight of the heavy bottle as I touched it to my lips, giving up on shots, giving up on myself, taking hungry, huge gulps.
Next thing I knew we were together on the white rug, our bodies both fitting perfectly on it, my head on her chest as I laid in a drunken daze.
I don't remember much.
I remember sloppily drunk-texting her, speaking confessions my sober self wouldn't approve of.
I remember heavily kissing her cheek and wishing I could reach over and just kiss her lips and blame it on this drunken night.
I remember wanting this night to mean something, but instead, it's lost in my memory as just another blacked out college night.
I remember being so proud of my sobriety as the world entered spring, but now I've fallen back into an endless snowdrift of drunk mistakes.
I remember drinking alone because I'm sad and now I chug vodka while everyone cheers me on, not even questioning that the bottle isn't the only empty thing I have.
Svedka shakily poured into a tacky shot glass used for one shot.
I was falling under the weight of the heavy bottle as I touched it to my lips, giving up on shots, giving up on myself, taking hungry, huge gulps.
Next thing I knew we were together on the white rug, our bodies both fitting perfectly on it, my head on her chest as I laid in a drunken daze.
I don't remember much.
I remember sloppily drunk-texting her, speaking confessions my sober self wouldn't approve of.
I remember heavily kissing her cheek and wishing I could reach over and just kiss her lips and blame it on this drunken night.
I remember wanting this night to mean something, but instead, it's lost in my memory as just another blacked out college night.
I remember being so proud of my sobriety as the world entered spring, but now I've fallen back into an endless snowdrift of drunk mistakes.
I remember drinking alone because I'm sad and now I chug vodka while everyone cheers me on, not even questioning that the bottle isn't the only empty thing I have.
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